LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

When Jun Chester said these words, his expression was somewhat complicated.

At this moment, a fine rain began to fall from the sky.

So there was a scene like this.

Fine rain, peach forest, faint mist, a man standing in front of a grave!

Such a scene was like a fairyland on earth.

At this moment, Jun Chester’s mind was full of scenes from when he was a child with Iris Garner.

A young woman hid a shuttlecock behind her back and walked into an old building during her free time.

The woman stood in front of a door in the old building.

With a mysterious smile on her face, she was just about to open the door.

The door suddenly opened.

A little boy made a face at the young woman through the door frame.

It gave the young woman a shock.

The young woman held her chest and took several deep breaths, reproachfully poking the little boy on the forehead.

“You’re so naughty, are you trying to scare your mom to death?”

The little boy smiled.

“Mom, why did you just come back? You said before that you were going on a business trip for ten days, and now it’s been half a month!”

The young woman took the little boy into her arms.

“Did you miss mom?”

The little boy said.

“No.”

The young woman’s eyes turned red.

“Mom missed her son.”

The little boy was suddenly flustered and wiped away the tears on the young woman’s face.

“I missed you too.”

But the young woman suddenly smiled brightly.

“When you grow up, don’t easily believe a woman’s tears, especially a beautiful woman’s tears like mom’s.”

The little boy looked confused.

“Why?”

The young woman didn’t answer. She let go of the little boy and bent down to put shoes on him.

“Let’s go, go downstairs to play shuttlecock.”

Those past events… surged!

All echoed in Jun Chester’s mind!

How could Jun Chester believe it.

The red bones lying in this grave now were not his birth mother?

At this moment.

The fine rain grew much denser.

Jun Chester’s face was already covered in droplets.

But…

He couldn’t tell which were raindrops and which were tears.

It was at this moment.

In this peach forest, the slow voice of a man came from afar.

“A fleeting beauty!”

The voice came from the end of the muddy path in front of Iris Garner’s grave.

Jun Chester turned to look.

It was a middle-aged man holding a large black umbrella, walking this way.

Because the large black umbrella obscured the middle-aged man’s face, Jun Chester couldn’t see his true appearance.

But from this man’s clothing.

He seemed to be a monk wearing monk robes.

Jun Chester’s expression froze.

He was very puzzled about the other person’s identity.

Because around this peach forest, there was no temple.

So this middle-aged monk…

Where did he come from?

With these questions in mind, Jun Chester suddenly disappeared from his spot and silently landed on a peach tree a hundred meters away.

The middle-aged monk did not seem to notice Jun Chester’s presence.

Holding the large black umbrella, he walked step by step along the muddy path toward Iris Garner’s tombstone.

Jun Chester watched his every move from afar.

From the way he walked, this person was clearly not a cultivator!

In his hand, besides the large black umbrella, his other hand was also carrying a very large bag.

Inside it seemed to be some offerings.

The middle-aged monk arrived at Iris Garner’s grave, glanced over the tombstone.

Then he walked around the grave, bending over to pick up some weeds around it.

Those weeds were actually just some dead blades of grass.

There were no more than ten blades in total.

But after the middle-aged monk picked them up, he still carefully checked again.

Only when the tombstone was bare yellow earth except for the weeds did the middle-aged monk smile and say,

“You loved cleanliness when you were alive, now I’m the only one who can be so meticulous with you!”

As he spoke, the middle-aged monk stood his large black umbrella upright on top of the tombstone, clearly using this method.

To shelter Iris Garner from wind and rain.

Then the middle-aged monk opened his bag, took out some lunchboxes.

And placed them in front of the tombstone.

The middle-aged monk also took out a gourd of wine from the bag hanging on him, removed the stopper and took a swig.

The spicy white liquor burned his throat.

The middle-aged monk grimaced at the spiciness.

He smiled.

“It’s been almost thirty years since I last drank. The last time I drank was when Jun was born.”

“That day, you held him as if he was your own birth child.”

“Humph, the brat’s not bad. Now it seems he’s on the path of cultivation and has made some achievements. But that’s not important, what’s most important is that he has a kind heart. Do you feel at peace down there knowing this?”

“Oh right, try the dishes I made for you quickly. They’re all vegetarian, the lamb skewers are made with mushrooms, fried, the duck is also fried, the original ingredient was tofu. You loved eating these things since you were little.”NôvelDrama.Org content.

“Do you want to drink?”

“Ah, better not drink, you’ve loved cleanliness since you were young, and kept it so clearly separate from me your brother.”

“You eat the leftovers, I’ll eat them. I don’t dislike you, if I eat the leftovers, even if it’s an indirect kiss, when you would frown, looking as if I owed you money!”

“Tell me, why did you love cleanliness so much?”

“As someone who loved cleanliness so much, when Jun peed and pooped on you as a child, even you didn’t dislike it, and I as his uncle got so angry just watching!”

“Do you want to hear about Jun’s current situation?”

“Sorry, I really don’t know much. All these years, I’ve been running a restaurant in the capital, and usually don’t come to Dirtmouth. This time I came on foot, I heard from Hugh Garner of the Garner family that he wanted to pass on the position of Garner family head to Jun!”

“Alright, when he goes to the capital, I as his uncle will treat him to a meal.”

“Last time when you took him, it seems you ate at my restaurant. I was still angry with you then and didn’t want to see you, so I missed that chance. But I didn’t expect that one time of not seeing you, of missing you, would mean life and death!”

Saying this, the middle-aged monk looked up at the sky.

He sat down on the ground.

Leaning against Iris Garner’s tombstone.

The middle-aged monk was silent for a long time before speaking again.

“I also saw your eldest grandson this time when I came to Dirtmouth. I just stood at the gate of his school. There were too many onlookers that the situation was quite strange, a monk smiling and watching your eldest grandson like that.”

“Do you guess what your eldest grandson said when he noticed me?”

“He asked me.”

“What are you worrying about?”

“I said, I’m just looking at you, can’t I even do that?”

“He said, get lost, you’re in my way!”

“Arrogant!”

“He really is arrogant!”

“But not bad overall. I followed him for a while, and as he walked, when he saw an old lady picking up mineral water bottles next to a trash can, he gave her a hundred dollars.”

“Kind hearted, like you, and like Jun.”

Having said this, the middle-aged monk suddenly fell silent again. He let out a long breath, stood up, and looked at Iris Garner’s tombstone.

“I’m leaving, don’t know when I’ll come again next time.”

As he spoke, the middle-aged monk reached out and stroked the top of the tombstone, as if stroking someone’s hair.

The middle-aged monk’s expression was extraordinarily gentle.

Then he turned and left.

But it was at this moment that a group of men and women suddenly walked down the muddy path from the end towards the tombstone.

Each of them was also holding a sword.

The leader was a handsome youth.

Behind the youth followed three people.

Two men and one woman.

The group walked over unhurriedly, just brushing shoulders with the middle-aged monk as they passed each other.

They all cast their gazes on the middle-aged monk’s face, with a hint of curiosity in their eyes.

As if wondering…

Why was this middle-aged monk here?

Likewise, the middle-aged monk was also curious about why this group of men and women had come here.

The middle-aged monk noticed that all four of these people were holding swords in their hands. He quietly put his palms together and said, “Amitabha, benefactors, why have you come to disturb a departed one with weapons?”

The leading youth looked the middle-aged monk up and down with disdain, and said in not very normal Chinese, “Mind your own business!”

Clearly, this group of men and women were not from Lordran.

They seemed more like they were from Maple.

The middle-aged monk couldn’t help but look over this group again.

But just then, from among the group, a skinny looking man suddenly drew out his long sword and held it against the middle-aged monk’s neck.

The middle-aged monk’s face showed no fear as he asked, “Benefactor, what is the meaning of this?”

The skinny man sneered, “Naturally, it is to kill you with Mycintia’s sword, kill you, and then shift Iris Garner’s grave, and blame this matter on Mycintia!”

The middle-aged monk asked in puzzlement, “Then you are…”

The skinny man said, “Maple, Saint Pages.”

Having said that, the skinny man flicked his wrist, about to take off the middle-aged monk’s head.

But just in that instant,

a droplet of water flew through the rain curtain and shot over.

Hitting the skinny man right between the eyebrows.

At the same time, Jun Chester, stepped through the rain curtain, towards this side, one step at a time.

Yet he did not set his gaze on the three other living people, but looked instead at the middle-aged monk.

Jun Chester softly opened his mouth.

“Uncle.”